Chapter 43: The Destiny Protagonist Xiao Chen's Female Fate, Another Heroic Routine
Jun Xiaoyao looked calm on the surface, but he was a little surprised in his heart.
Unexpectedly, a new check-in location was refreshed.
However, this Pan Wu Ling is obviously not like the Yuantian Supreme Secret Treasure.
That is a secret place privately owned by the Panwu Dynasty. How could outsiders be allowed in?
"Grandpa, the Panwu Dynasty probably won't let others enter their secret place, right?" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.
"Well, that's true, but there are no absolutes. I'm just telling you that there is this way. If it really doesn't work, it's not impossible to force your way in for the sake of your future." Jun Zhantian said domineeringly.
"Let's talk about this later." Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.
The domineering nature of the Jun family seems to be innate.
But if possible, Jun Xiaoyao still wants to solve these things by himself.
"Emperor Panwu is an ancient holy body. If I can get some information, it will save me a lot of detours." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.
The ancient holy body is extremely rare, and it is difficult to produce a few in an era.
And the ancient holy body that has attained enlightenment and become an emperor is even rarer.
Not everyone is like Jun Xiaoyao, who has the ability to cheat and breaks ten shackles as soon as he is born.
In the era of Emperor Panwu, cultivating the Ancient Holy Body might not be as difficult as it is now, but it would never be possible to easily break through the Great Holy Body.
"Panwu Ling? If I have a chance in the future, I really want to go and see it." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
After that, Jun Xiaoyao continued to practice in the Emperor's Palace.
He had a vague hunch in his heart that the Yuantian Supreme Secret Secret would most likely be opened within the next few years.
So before that, Jun Xiaoyao needs to continue to improve his strength.
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Time flies, and one year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Jun Xiaoyao is eleven years old, but from his appearance, he looks like a boy of fifteen or sixteen.
He has a tall figure, a handsome figure, and an extraordinary temperament. One look at him makes you feel ashamed of yourself, and you are afraid that your own eyes will tarnish Jun Xiaoyao's sacred aloofness.
Within this year, Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Bridge Realm, but it seemed that the improvement was not high.
But the main reason is that he spent all his efforts on practicing martial arts and supernatural powers.
He has finished practicing the second form of the Immortal Killing Sword Technique. At this speed, the Eighteenth Patriarch would be speechless and sigh repeatedly.
The Supreme Bone, after absorbing many divine essences, once again transformed into a complete magical power, the Hand of God.
This is the complete version of God’s Tribulation Light.
There was also Long Yuan, which had been completely digested by Jun Xiaoyao. The majestic dragon blood made Jun Xiaoyao awaken 20,000 giant elephant particles again.
Now he has awakened 70,000 giant elephant particles, which is 700 million kilograms of giant power.
You know, this still does not include the power of the ancient holy body.
Jun Xiaoyao has always been using the power of the divine elephant to suppress the prison. As for the ability of the ancient holy body itself, it is more reflected in the immortality of the physical body.
Of course, if Jun Xiaoyao really uses the power of the ancient holy body, it will only be more terrifying.
In addition, Jun Xiaoyao also obtained the martial arts magical powers of the Ancestral Dragon Nest such as Dragon Cutting Hand, Dragon Fist, True Dragon Entrapment Technique, etc. from the stripped Dragon Yuan.
The only thing that made him a little regretful was that there was no real dragon supernatural power in this dragon element.
"Hey, it's a bit boring to practice all the time. I miss Xiao Chen a little bit..." Jun Xiaoyao sighed slightly.
I wonder if Xiao Chen has put on weight?
Jun Xiaoyao seemed to see a lush green chive field...
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Kunzhou is one of the three thousand states in the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain.
This state is located in a remote area and has a barren environment. Bandits are rampant, monsters plunder the sky, and the living soil is extremely harsh.
This state is not occupied by any major forces and is obviously an abandoned land.
But it is also because this state is quite dangerous and the environment is dangerous, so it has become a slightly famous place for training.
Many young disciples of Taoist forces like to come to Kunzhou to practice.
At this moment, in Kunzhou, in a rather dangerous mountain range.
"Blue Dragon's Sky-Tearing Hand!"
But after hearing a sharp shout, a figure that looked like a half-dragon shook the blue dragon's wings, turned its palms into claws, and stretched out across the sky.
In an instant, hundreds of blue dragon light patterns surged out, as if they turned into hands that could tear the sky, violently tearing the Guiyi Realm monster in front into pieces.
Blood rained everywhere, and pieces of flesh and blood from the monster beasts flew everywhere.
This half-dragon figure, with the green dragon scales on its body and the convergence of its wings on its back, revealed a handsome and handsome young man, none other than Xiao Chen.
Three years have passed since he was driven out of Jun's house in embarrassment by Jun Xiaoyao.
The boy back then also grew up into a young man.
Although Xiao Chen's muscles and veins were crippled by Jun Xiaoyao.
But it was a blessing in disguise that he had practiced the Qingtian Dragon Transformation Technique, and now he was stronger and had reached the middle stage of Shenqiao Realm. After using the Qinglong Transformation, he could even kill monsters in the Guiyi Realm.
"Yes, for being able to cultivate the Qingtian Dragon Transformation Technique to the fourth level in just a few years, you are worthy of being the son of our Qinglong Ancient Kingdom's national destiny."
Next to Xiao Chen, an old man wearing a blue dragon robe and with dragon horns appeared in the void. He was the remnant soul of the founder of the ancient Qinglong Kingdom, Master Qinglong.
He looked at Xiao Chen with eyes full of admiration.
It is extremely difficult to practice the Qingtian Dragon Transformation Technique. Even if he practiced it in the first place, it took a lot of time.
But Xiao Chen's progress is far faster than what he was back then.
It can be said that if nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Chen will definitely become a famous figure in Three Thousand Daozhou in the future.
When Xiao Chen heard this, not only was there no joy on his face, but there was a sense of hatred and coldness on his face.
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. When I told Jun Xiaoyao that we would fight again in three years, he regarded me as a joke!"
"Now that three years have passed, I want Na Jun Xiaoyao to know who is the real joke!"
Xiao Chen was high-spirited and full of energy, as if he had already seen himself trampling Jun Xiaoyao under his feet.
And Bai Yu'er, he also wants to make that bitch regret it extremely.
Just when Xiao Chen was feeling lustful, there was movement in the distance.
"Xiao Chen, there is movement there, be careful." Master Qinglong returned to the Panlong Ring and said through a message.
Xiao Chen frowned and carefully swept away.
He looked at it and froze in shock.
But I saw a woman wearing a silk skirt and a white gauze mask being chased by a group of bandits.
Those bandits are the famous Demon Wolf Bandits in Kunzhou.
"Hey, beauty, just run away. No one in Kunzhou can get rid of me, the Demon Wolf Bandit." The bandit leader sneered.
His cultivation has also reached the Guiyi realm.
"Damn it, I can't use my cultivation, otherwise, they will notice me and I will be taken back again."
The masked woman was secretly angry.
She escaped secretly, and if she uses her inherited skills and martial arts, she will be sensed by her protector.
"Beauty, if you scream, no one will come to help you even if your throat is broken." The bandit leader smiled evilly.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out with a cold words.